One would be the place to begin, though it was obvious enough given Peggy's connections that they wouldn't be able to remain long. Luckily her father owned property elsewhere, and with enough variety to provide them options and a little space from anyone who might immediately go looking. It wouldn't take long for Cassie to step down from the pageantry and flash of the Capitol to something more... normal. More like the life the rest of the country lived, and something that could be maintained long term without the losses that came from staying in the Capitol; morality, modesty, decency. A soul.
Not that Peggy was usually so dramatic, but the evening had been a complicated one. Even she was entitled to a moment or two of grandiosity. At least she'd saved the posturing. That was really more Tony's area of expertise.
"She might not be happy, but she'll be better for it," Peggy remarked, and then paused to huff a soft laugh through her nose. "Oh, look. I already sound like my mother and I've yet to get anywhere near Cassie. At this rate, she'll bond with my father out of spite." She did have practice with children, but it wasn't the sort of thing she liked to dwell on long. Teaching table manners and posture to teenagers just to lead them to the slaughter wasn't exactly a parenting class anyone would approve of, nor should they. She set it aside before something like sadness could well up and tip the moment into a pity party.
Arching a brow, Peggy shook her head. "You don't have to thank me, Scott. Truly. It's one of the things I know I can do to help here, and if it's one less thing you have to worry about, then that's good enough for me."